Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Big enough.
I wanted to touch it, but I didn’t know how. Heather said a man’s penis felt soft, warm, and smooth—especially the circumcised head.
Before I could make my move, he tried to roll on the condom. I don’t know if he was attempting to put it on the wrong way or what, but it snapped out of his hold, and I jumped as if it was going to bite me before it landed on the floor by the accelerator.
“Dammit!” He hissed, stretching to the side to retrieve it.
We wrinkled our noses at the fuzz and dirt stuck to it.
“Did you bring more than one?” I asked.
Matt shook his head. “I’m an idiot.” He tucked his shrinking erection into his briefs before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You could pull out.”
“No way, Sarah. This is a sign that I’m not supposed to be taking the pastor’s daughter’s virginity out of wedlock.”
“Are you mad?”
He continued to shake his head. “I’m just … frustrated.”
“At me?”
“At us.” He opened his intense blue eyes. “This was a stupid idea. We’ve waited this long; what’s a little longer?”
I laughed. “A little longer? Time’s running out. Whatever. We don’t have to be each other’s firsts.” As soon as I said the words, I regretted them. I was guilting him into having sex with me.
Father would be so proud.
He frowned. “You act like I did this on purpose. Besides. You know the second we do it, you’ll have instant remorse because you act like you don’t care what your dad thinks, but you do. You end up doing whatever he asks you to do.”
I climbed out of the car and tried to balance on one foot while threading my other into my pantyhose with dirt stuck to the bottom of my feet. “Well, he didn’t ask me to have sex with you, but here we are.”
“Not having sex,” Matt said, buttoning his shirt.
“Because you fumbled the stupid condom.”
“You mean the condom that I had to figure out how to get? And then we weren’t even in a bed. Instead, we’re crammed into the front seat of my car, and you were crowding me when I was trying to roll it on. What did you expect to happen?”
“You’re such a romantic.” I hiked up my pantyhose and stepped into my dress while he slid across the bench seat.
“Whatever,” he mumbled.
Not a peep was uttered on the way to his house to change our clothes for post-prom.
Matt didn’t open my door or wait for me.
“You beat your mom home,” Wesley said, glancing up from the newspaper when Matt stepped into the kitchen, letting the door to the porch nearly hit me in the face.
“We have to change our clothes. We won’t be here long,” he said on his way up the stairs.
“How was the dance?” Wesley asked me before I had a chance to sneak around the corner to the main-level bathroom.
“It was good.”
He gave me a quick glance before returning his attention to the paper.
I turned left.
“Remember to use the upstairs bathroom if you need a toilet,” Wesley said.
With a sigh, I headed up the stairs with my bag over my shoulder. Just as I reached the bathroom, the door opened. Isaac stood in front of me wearing nothing but a faded pair of jeans and a smirk. He took the liberty of inspecting me without a hint of regret.
And I instinctively did the same to him. Earlier, I thought Matt looked like a man, but I was wrong. Isaac was the man—sculpted from hard muscles. He didn’t have tattoos on his torso, so I had no excuse for staring for so long.
“I need to change my clothes,” I murmured, checking my chin for drool.
“How’d it go?” he asked.
I forced my gaze to his scruffy face. “The dance was fine.”
“Not the dance.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“The other festivities,” he said.
He was probably drunk. That seemed like the most logical explanation for his random babbling.
“What other festivities?”
“I made a donation. That makes me a vested interest. So I’m interested. How did it go?”
“What donation?”
Isaac leaned forward, bringing his lips to my ear, which brought his bare chest so close I felt actual heat radiating from it.
He was so inappropriate, and yet, I allowed it.
“Sunday Morning,” he whispered, “I donated the condom.”
I wanted to die.
Matt asked him for a condom? I would have preferred anyone, literally anyone else. My face burned with embarrassment.
“It’s none of your business.” I tried to squeeze past him.
“It’s a little of my business.”
I turned and pushed the door shut. “Ask Matt.” With warp speed, I changed into jeans, a pocket T-shirt, and checkered Vans. As I passed Isaac’s closed bedroom door, I heard Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” playing from his stereo.
“Jerk,” I muttered to myself before descending the stairs where Matt waited by the door in jeans and a blue T-shirt.